For today’s prompt (day seven), write a senses poem. That is, write a poem
that uses one or more of your senses. Smell, taste, touch, sound, sight, or
even a sixth sense. Focus in on one of them or try to incorporate them all.
Only Smudges of Him Remain |
Memorial
On Thursday, she wore a violet
dress, plucked a jasper stone
from the dish upon her desk,
wandered to her garden
where the scent of rosemary
and thyme awakened her
taste buds to flavors
she savored
at their last supper.
She burrowed her hands down
into red clay and dirt,
trying to feel her existence,
trying to find her worth.
On Thursday, she wore a violet
dress, plucked a jasper stone
from the dish upon her desk,
wandered to her garden
where the scent of rosemary
and thyme awakened her
taste buds to flavors
she savored
at their last supper.
She burrowed her hands down
into red clay and dirt,
trying to feel her existence,
trying to find her worth.
She wondered what it’s like
to sleep and never wake.
Would there be peace
beneath the surface or would
all memory of her ex-
istence
disintegrate?
to sleep and never wake.
Would there be peace
beneath the surface or would
all memory of her ex-
istence
disintegrate?
*****
[Please note that all prompts have been copied from the Writer's Digest Poetic Asides website.]
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